This week, we have poems from Neville Lewis and Gillian Fisher.
She may run with the hare
And hunt with the hounds,
But always remember
That ‘true love’ astounds...
She’ll make you feel blue,
But whatever you do,
Never lose hope as she knows,
The same as you too,
That no bloke made her as happy
As you used to do!
So always be true
To the ‘dream’ inside you,
And keep to the task,
Despite all the ‘nettles’
You may have to grasp,
As he who laughs longest and loudest
Is the one with the ‘last laugh’!
Close as he may be to his ‘last gasp’.
RETYING THE HOSPITAL GOWN
For the sake of patients’ dignity, and warmth upon a ward, a Sister, who felt affinity with them, took all these thoughts on board.
“It’s silent bullying,” she said,
“Illnesses damage us enough
without bad hints that spread
about ‘medical jail’. We’ve had enough
of its washed out lemon colour. That seems
to make sick people look much worse.
Its round the back tapes are a curse,
that only taxes self-estem.
The days of Matrons aren’t quite back –
those formidable ladies would
agree the current gown’s a throwback.
Its retention can’t be understood.
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